Page 79 of Heart Of A Goon II

“Eyes on her all night, Duke… nothing happens to her,” I instructed, and he left me to be close by Benni.

Alex was so busy eating up all the attention that he wasn’t paying attention. I had a bird’s eye view of the front, and watched as security held the iPad up, waiting for a picture of Goon to come up.

The red access denied message came across the screen, and we made eye contact. He reached into his suit, pulled his gun out and pulled the trigger.

POW!

The second security member was so caught off guard that he froze, and Goon sent one into his head. Security started to scramble, and Bruster hit the lights on the bullshit generator they had going.

The low amber lighting they had going on went dark, with the exception of the candles that were lit.

With my hands in my pockets, I walked to the middle of the steps. Don hit the lights, and the full lights for this building turned on. People were scared and squinting as they looked around.

“Welcome to Hoochie House Society Ball… I’m your host, Mitchell.” I smirked, as my eyes locked with Alex.

Alex had either a mix between piss or shit in his draws. Both if I was lucky. I waved at him. “How we doing, Lexxy?”

I nodded my head, signaling for Briana to move away. She caught on and moved away from him, as I remained standing on the steps. “I…I’m good, Me…Mitchell?” He was confused by my new name I was going by.

“How many times have you seen me on steps like these… a lot, right?”

“Uh huh.”

“In different countries, right?”

I looked around the room and couldn’t spot Kennedy. “Sure.”

“Nigga, don’t answer me with that sure bullshit.” I scolded him like his mama should have the second he exhibited those freaky ass traits he had.

I couldn’t stand when a Caucasian person answered me with sure. What the fuck did that even mean? In my opinion, that was their way of trying to trip you up. They could say they never told you yes or no, and you assumed. I hated assumptions, so I hated that sure bullshit.

Goon stood at the bottom of the steps waiting for me to make my next move. Nigga took that promise he made my sister seriously. It was okay to let Bean’s mean ass down sometimes.

“Yea…yes, Mitchell.”

“What happened? You heard of a new pussy selling palace and forgot about me? Forgot that we’re family… closed deals together, huh?”

I was willing to bet he was the nigga behind telling them who I was. What else did he have to lose? He owed a shit ton of money to the Kenzotti’s, so his days were already numbered.

“What in the hell is going on her⁠—”

I hopped over the banister, landing on my feet because it wasn’t that high, and walked over towards homie.

“Scotty Boy… gosh, I’ve missed you!” I pushed the barrel of my gun into his neck and pulled the trigger with ease. His neck gushed blood, shooting it all over me, and on Alex along with the woman who stood close to him thinking he was safe.

Everyone was internally screaming and wanting to run, but with the Delgatos and Infernos standing on the balcony with assault rifles in their arms, they were too scared to do so.

Recommendation: Listen to “Linger” by The Cranberries

The orchestra started playing lowly, and out the corner of my eye, I saw Luci dancing with the flame thrower like it was his date. When they finally started truly playing, I recognized the song as this nigga’s favorite.

His dancing was so damn contagious that I started fucking dancing with the gun in the air.

“Do you have to, do you have toooooo!” Luci sang out, while two stepping.

I stopped.

“Hold the fuck up!”